FAIR is the rising morn when o'er the sky The voice that bids us welcome. Such delight, From the cold converse of the indifferent throng : Ye hours of happiness, ye speed along, Whilst I, from all the world's dull cares apart, SOUTHEY. |
FAIR is the rising morn when o'er the sky The voice that bids us welcome. Such delight, From the cold converse of the indifferent throng : Ye hours of happiness, ye speed along, Whilst I, from all the world's dull cares apart, SOUTHEY. |